Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.